I Became the Ultimate Boss

"Yes, I practice alone." Kemeng admitted.

Kemeng had learned Orange Star in Dream, and his accent was fairly standard, not particularly strange.

In addition, eleventh-level players wandering in the twentieth-level wild area is more difficult in the eyes of ordinary people, but Kemun thinks that anyone who can play can do it, not surprisingly.

"Speaking of the novice zone, there are very few players anymore." Kemeng was looking for conversations one after another. He was unhappy, and he was gradually getting acquainted with the voice of Orange Star. "Are you only two? Slowly."

"We have a mutual assistance team, but they are not online yet." The twins smiled and introduced themselves, "My name is Nina, and she is Nora."

The girl with short hair is called Nina, the older sister of the duo. Nina keeps her mouth closed and doesn't talk much, and she doesn't seem to have any expression.

The main players of the Orange Star have basically reached a few hundred levels, and there are only a few people who have not entered the game. It is difficult to meet one.

Kemeng did not expect to meet such a rare player. Through synaesthesia, Kemeng could vaguely see the historical phantom of their leveling here.

The whirring wind blew past, as if someone was calling.

The expressions of the two twin sisters did not change, as if they did not hear that sound.

"Did you hear any noise?" Kemeng asked suddenly.

"No, why do you ask?" Nora asked puzzled.

Kemon looked at the taciturn Nina. The lovely Nina shook her head, pursing her lips and not speaking.

"It's okay, no matter if you can't hear it."

Kemeng realized that this was an extremely concealed voice, and that his spirituality was too high. He heard a voice that ordinary people could not hear, and normal players could not hear it.

In addition, Kemeng also thought of another thing.

Players' spiritual awareness is generally not high, and there is no way to cultivate spirituality. It is difficult to hear those sounds, unless the deceptive sound is placed at a sound frequency that humans can hear.

"This is the novice area, there will be no Cthulhu followers." The two twins also understood very well, and knew what Kemon meant.

Kemon didn't mean the bewitching of Cthulhu followers, but there was no need to explain.

The call in the environment comes from another unknown existence, which may be related to the boss of the first week, intuitively.

"It's a good thing not to hear. Anyway, I'm offline first." Kemeng clicked the offline button.

The ten-second countdown to offline starts.

"Add a friend." Nara sent out an application to add a friend in person.

"Hey, why is your ID name so weird? What's the meaning of the word?" Nora asked in confusion, seeing Kemeng's ID name was very strange, and couldn't understand it at all.

"My own handwritten name." Kemeng clicked the agree button and added the IDs of the two sisters to the friend list.

After a few seconds, Kemeng's body disappeared in front of the bonfire.

The two sisters were sitting on the lawn, the two tender little hands holding each other's palms, their fingers touching and looking at each other.

"What a weird person." My sister vomited blankly.

"What is the pronunciation of this person's name, sister, do you know?"

My sister shook her head and said nothing, but she was very smart.

I saw Nina copied Kemeng's name and sent it to her sister's chat box, and then used the system's voice playback function.

The system said: "Amon."

Nina clicks on automatic translation, and the unreadable text is automatically translated into orange star text.

"Amon." Nina murmured.

"Amon." My sister said in a brisk voice.

After reading, my sister smiled, "It's pretty good, you say yes, sister."

The two didn't doubt Kemon. After all, this game has all kinds of weird races and languages ​​that have never been heard before. The words written by Amon can be translated by the system, indicating that this is useful text.

Huhuhu.

The breeze blew across the grass, blew the leaves, rolled in a circle, blowing in the direction of the fire.

The shadow of the dark night enveloped the earth, the nocturnal creature opened its eyes, raised its legs, lightly hands and feet, the eyes were reflecting light, and the nose was lightly sniffing, and it smelled the smell of three people.

The black ocelot is like a calm hunter, silent, poking out its head cautiously from the grass.

The 25-level ocelot froze for a moment, and the fire in front of him was extinguished. There were only three small pits in the lawn, and the human scent was blown away by the wind.

...

Kemeng opened his eyes and saw the golden hairy face of Gouzi Tangyuan, the whole dog sitting on him.

Kemeng first pulled out the virtual game helmet, and pulled out the bright red blood with long needles.

The alien researcher turned his head back when he heard the movement, saw the blood-stained virtual game helmet, and looked at Kemeng's head. The red blood flowed down the hair to the cheeks and neck.

"Sect Master, is your... brain okay?" the head of the wasteland asked tremblingly.

Kemon shook his head, shed a small amount of blood.

The brain started to regenerate at a speeding speed when the needle was withdrawn, Kemon calmly said: "It's okay, I'm fine."

When I walked to the dashboard, the brainwave recording was interrupted when I took off the helmet, but there were more than ten hours of brainwaves in front.

The time ratio of that game is one to one, and one hour equals one hour.

Kemeng has never tried deep sleep in a game, and the game does not have a deep sleep function, only other games have it.

"If you develop deep sleep skills in the game, I don't know if you can shorten your sleep time." Kemon considered another thing.

Kemeng clicked the mouse and observed his brainwave record.

The brain waves are intense at first, that is, when entering the game, they are intense, and then become smooth.

That period of time was probably the soul wear, spirituality and resistance were all passed.

In the middle, it became fierce again. Kemon estimated that the time should be the time point of creating his own meditation skills, and gained absolute realism.

Finally, there is a time point where the brain waves fluctuate slightly, which is the time point before withdrawal.

"When you meet the player's brain, there will also be uneasy fluctuations, so that's it." Kemeng thought.

Turned around ~www.readwn.com~ and asked the opinions of these scientists.

Alien scientists are all biological experts, specializing in the study of genes, slightly involved in brain waves, and often observe the frequency of brain waves when organisms mutate.

"Master Kemen, when your brain waves are violent, you should be experiencing very incredible things. It may also be that the silver needle stimulates your brain and produces a certain superpower." The alien scientist said nonsense seriously.

Kemun did not explicitly say about the virtual game. When developing this thing, he only said that it was a helmet that stimulates the brain and develops mysterious memory blocks.

After discussing for a while, Kemeng had a general understanding of his brainwave changes.

"Well, you all rest, or do your own research." Kemon said.

The people of the Wasteland Research Institute cannot leave the research institute. The owner of Jinmen did a good job of confidentiality when designing this place.

Kemeng moved the virtual helmet, game box, brain wave analysis tools and other items into the storage props, and would not stay here.